Beach Night

Hey everyone :) ,

So you all seemed to like my last story about my cousin catching me so I thought I would share another story, but with Corey, for those of you who don’t know, yeah we are a little freaky, now that I am older its been a while since we have done anything, however this is a fond memory. So I absolutely love getting off outside (Shocker I know)—there’s something about the fresh air, the cool breeze on my skin, and the wide-open sky that makes me soak my panties before I even touch myself. Whenever I can sneak away, I grab a thick blanket, find a quiet spot, and spread my legs under the stars (don’t worry I still used the hay loft during the day). The way the night air teases my nipples and clit while I rub one out... god, it's pure bliss.

One summer night 4 years ago (pandemic time) , the stars were out in full force, twinkling like they were putting on a show just for me. I was feeling that familiar itch between my thighs, so I tossed my blanket in the back of my old pickup truck to head down to the beach, the pandemic was horrible, but for public spaces being totally empty it was great. Beach isn’t far from our farm—maybe a 20-minute drive through the back roads. Perfect for stripping down and letting my fingers do the talking.

I was just about to climb into the driver's seat when my brother Corey popped out of the house. He’s a few years older than me and we had been fooling around for a while before we found our own partners, we've always been close though, you know…. You have read the stories lolz! No weird vibes or anything though even to this day, we kind of keep it a dirty little secret. Anyway he asked 'Where you off to so late, Tay?' wiping his hands on his jeans, tight jeans I might add. I shrugged and said, 'Just to the beach. Wanna stare at the stars for a bit.' He grinned and asked if he could tag along. I hesitated—part of me wanted the solitude to really let loose, but another part thought, why not? It'd be chill, just hanging out. 'Sure, hop in,' I told him, not sure how the night would play out.

The drive was quiet, just the hum of the engine listening to music with the windows down. We parked near the dunes, grabbed the blanket, and spread it out on the sand. The waves crashed softly in the distance, and the stars blanketed everything. We lay back, chatting about dumb stuff—school, the farm, that time we got caught skinny-dipping in the creek as kids. But as the conversation died down, I felt that heat building again. My pussy was throbbing, and I shifted a little, trying to ignore it.

Corey must've been feeling something too, because he let out a sigh and adjusted his shorts. 'This is nice,' he said, his voice low—I got that tone right away, he was on the same level as me. I glanced over and saw the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric—hard and obvious. My heart raced. I gave myself permission, and whispered, 'Yeah... really nice.' My hand slipped under my tank top, brushing my breast, and I pinched my nipple lightly. He turned his head, eyes locking on mine, and instead of freaking out, he reached down and palmed his bulge.

It was like a switch flipped. We both knew where this was headed, drawing on those secret moments we'd shared before. I yanked my tank top over my head, tossing it aside, then shoved my shorts and panties down to my ankles, kicking them off into the sand. Corey followed suit, stripping off his shirt to reveal his toned chest, then unzipping his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers. We undressed fully, exposing our bodies to one another, laying beside each other on the blanket, skin prickling in the cool night air. My pussy lips were already swollen and slick, glistening under the moonlight as I parted my thighs wide. I dragged my fingers along my inner thighs first, teasing the sensitive skin before reaching my slit. Dipping one finger into my wetness, I coated it thoroughly, then pressed it firmly against my clit, rubbing in tight circles. The direct pressure sent jolts through me, making my hips buck slightly.

Corey watched every move, his breath coming in short bursts, his thick cock standing rigid, the head purple and shiny with pre-cum dripping down the shaft. He gripped the base with one hand, squeezing gently before sliding his fist up to the tip, smearing the pre-cum around. 'Fuck, Taylor,' he groaned, 'you look so hot like that.' His strokes started slow, deliberate—up and down the full length, his thumb flicking over the slit on each upward pull. I matched his pace, adding a second finger to my clit rub, pressing harder now, feeling the nub harden even more under my touch. My other hand roamed to my breasts, grabbing one and rolling the nipple between my fingers, tugging it until it ached in the best way.

The cool night breeze hit my exposed skin, making my pussy clench with need. I slid my two fingers from my clit down to my entrance, pushing them inside my tight hole. They sank in easily, coated in my juices, and I curled them upward, stroking that spongy spot inside that always makes me see stars—pun intended. In and out I pumped, slow at first, feeling my walls grip them, the wet squelching sounds filling the air between us. Corey sped up, his hand flying now, the skin of his cock stretching taut over the veins. He twisted his wrist at the top, focusing on the sensitive underside, grunting with each pass.

I spread my legs even wider, planting my feet in the sand for leverage, and added my thumb back to my clit while my fingers fucked deeper. Three fingers now—I pushed a third inside, stretching my pussy as I thrust them faster, my palm slapping against my mound. Juices leaked out, trickling down to my ass, soaking the blanket beneath me. 'Corey... watch me,' I moaned, my voice husky. He leaned closer on one elbow, his free hand cupping his balls, rolling them as he jerked. Pre-cum flew off the tip with each stroke, landing in sticky drops on his thigh.

The taboo of it all—my brother so close, his eyes devouring my fingering, building on our history—pushed me higher. I scissored my fingers inside, rubbing my g-spot relentlessly, while my thumb flicked my clit side to side. My breaths turned to gasps, my breasts heaving as I pinched both nipples now, alternating between them. Corey's fist blurred, pounding his cock from base to tip, his abs tightening. 'I'm close,' he rasped, but I was already there. My pussy spasmed around my fingers, clamping down hard as the orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, hips grinding against my hand, cum gushing out in hot waves, drenching my palm and the fabric below.

Corey lost it seconds later, his body tensing as he aimed his cock toward the sand. Thick ropes of cum erupted from the head, shooting far—splattering the blanket, his shirt nearby, even a bit on my leg. He milked every drop, squeezing from the base up until his cock softened in his grip, twitching with aftershocks.

We lay there panting, fully naked and spent under the stars, the afterglow mixing with that familiar rush from our shared secrets. It was intense, forbidden in the best way, and I felt so alive, so turned on by the whole thing. We didn't talk much after—just cleaned up, drove home in that charged silence. Haven't done it again since, but damn, that memory gets me off every time I think about it.

What do you all think? Anyone else have a sibling story like this? Share below!

-Taylor